I need to write more.
It’s not good to let my writing get rusty. I communicate a lot through written email at work, but it’s not the same. It’s writing for clarity vs. writing for creativity and passion. So, what to do? Blog? Perhaps.
We babysat a puppy yesterday. He was a 5 month old French Bulldog named Stark. The popular dog of the moment, but I love the breed. I think he wore us out more than we did him. I ran around the neighborhood and he kept up with me. He pooped outside twice and inside once.
It’s tough to have a puppy. It truly is like having a toddler, but slightly easier (puppies can lick things off the floor, and I probably wouldn’t let my child do so).
I would like to get a puppy eventually. It would be nice to have a yard for him to go out, so we didn’t have to use a leash all the time. My boss did say I could have one at the office, but I don’t want to commit to that much of a responsibility, you know? Adam is wanting to avoid the puppy stage, as am I, as it’s pretty time consuming and can be stressful.
A rescue dog would be the best, but then you don’t get to pick the breed or necessarily know the temperment. I have had a puppy in the past — a Cavalier King Charles spaniel named Charlie. He was the sweetest thing and I do miss him. Long story with that one, but it involved me separating from my ex-boyfriend. Blah!